Ghost and Desmond had been trotting through the vast dungeon for what seemed like an eternity.. The cold stone underneath their hooves was honestly uncomfortable to walk on at the very least, the surface bumpy and uneven. Definitely not Ghost’s cup of tea to spend such a nice sunny day, but hey when adventure calls.. Well. That, and knowing his fearless leader Desmond would manage to make a huge mess without him there to watch over the whole ordeal.

The stallion grumbled for what seemed like the millionth time since they entered the cave roughly twenty minutes ago. Deciding he needed to take a rest and went to lie down against a nice flat rock.. before the rock started to move. It trembled and squirmed as he leaned his large frame against it and Ghost may or may not of let out a very high pitched squeal that Desmond would definitely make fun of him for later..

The rock he lay against was actually a goddamn huge snail. Well.. at least they were the more friendly monster in here.. he quickly offered a couple berries in apology to the beast before hightailing it out of that messy situation.

Who was meant to be making the messes again?